One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

"Qiang!"

The blade, swung with all its might, was forcibly stopped!

"It turns out to be you!"

Dol's right leg was ramrod straight, the sole of her shoe pressing against the sharp blade, while her other leg supported her body, the two legs forming a straight line.

The movements were quite swift.

Upon seeing that it was Loya, a rare smile appeared in Dole's eyes. Finally, there was someone among the East Sea students whose strength was worthy of his attention.

"Is it imposing?"

Feeling the domineering aura emanating from the blade, Dor was quite surprised. The boy came from the East Blue, so no one should have taught him how to use domineering aura.

Could it be that it awakened on its own?

Even among the geniuses at headquarters, not many can comprehend Haki on their own. Unfortunately, their physical foundation is too weak, resulting in weak Haki as well. Otherwise, they might have been able to shine in this training camp.

"Now!"

The surrounding officers rushed forward!

"You really don't understand romance!"

Dol shook his head slightly, exerted force with his foot to deflect Loya's blade, then spun around, his right foot drawing an arc in the air.

A clearly visible circular wave rippled around Dor!

"Storm Kick - Cymbal Sound Wheel!"

The circular wave, accompanied by a whistling sound, suddenly spread outward rapidly, blasting away all the officers who rushed up!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Clear the area instantly!

A slight smile appeared on Dol's lips. Not forgetting Loya in mid-air, she suddenly disappeared from her spot.

"shave!"

"what?!"

In a flash, Loya saw Dor disappear from his sight. The next moment, the woman appeared behind him and breathed into his ear.

"Well, I don't like staying down there."

"Go down, handsome young man."

"Oh!"

The woman smiled and kicked Loya in the buttocks, sending him flying to the ground like a goal.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rise into the sky!

"The instructor just disappeared?"

"And that terrifying slashing wave!"

"Could this be the Six Forms?"

The officers dared not approach for a moment. The battle had sobered them up. Even if they joined forces, they could not defeat Lieutenant General Doll. Conserving their strength was the best course of action.

Moreover, no one wants to test the unknown Six Styles on themselves.

"Are they too afraid to attack?"

Looking at the timid and hesitant officers around him, Dor stretched out a big yawn, revealing his slender belly button.

The woman's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

"Then, I'll get serious."

The purpose of the intensive training is not only to select enough outstanding talents, but also to teach the trainees the Six Styles. As an instructor, it is natural to demonstrate the power of the Six Styles.

That was just a warm-up; now comes the real battle.

If you think you can pass her selection by avoiding her, you are sorely mistaken; she will not let anyone go.

"Hey, I haven't fallen yet!"

Loya emerged from the smoke and dust, sword in hand, his eyes bloodshot.

Another thing he hates most is being spanked; he has to make sure that woman knows how powerful he is.

"what?"

Dol turned to look at Loya, her eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

That kick she gave him was definitely powerful; it should have been enough to keep him lying down for an hour. How come he got up so quickly?

It's more durable than she imagined!

"Silent Step!"

The next moment, Loya vanished without a trace.

Dol's pupils turned to the right, clearly capturing Loya's movements. He raised his right arm to his side, his mouth moving slightly.

"Iron!"

"Qiang!"

The blade suddenly appeared and slashed heavily at her arm, drawing out faint traces of blood.

Dol's gaze sharpened, and she quickly kicked Loya away. Looking at the bloodstains on her arm, she stuck out her tongue and licked them clean.

This training camp was quite interesting!

Chapter 80 A Man's Competitive Spirit

Dusk.

The training ground was littered with officers, less than a third of whom remained conscious, and very few could continue fighting.

They've been beaten so badly they're pretending to be dead.

At this point, there was less than half an hour left before sunset.

The central area.

Loya gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, struggling to keep himself from falling. He had been repeatedly knocked back, leaving him covered in wounds.

My legs were trembling.

Lieutenant General Dor stood a few meters away, a hint of fatigue visible between his brows. After being besieged by hundreds of branch officers all day, it was hard not to be tired.

She looked at Loya, whose body trembled as if he were an old woman getting up with a cane, and even though she was used to seeing big storms, she was still a little surprised.

How many times has she knocked this kid down?

80? 100?

All the other trainees were avoiding her, but this kid refused to admit defeat. Every time he was knocked down, he would get up and fight again in less than ten minutes.

He's just not that great!

Although she held back, it was still powerful enough for the branch officers, as evidenced by the students lying on the ground.

Could it be that this kid has undergone brutal resilience training?

朵尔啧啧称赞：“你小子还挺耐揍的。”

"Huff~ Huff~ It's because your strength is too weak, instructor. It's like a massage from a club girl, not strong enough."

Loya, panting, grinned and laboriously extended his middle finger towards the sky: "Also, I don't like being down there either!"

"What an adorable naughty child!"

Dor licked the corner of her mouth.

She doesn't dislike boys who are stubborn.

Dor came to Loya, put his finger on Loya's chest, and gently pushed him. Loya fell to the ground.

The woman placed her foot on his chest and said with a smile, "You can't even stand properly, yet you want to be on top?"

"It can be quite comfortable down there sometimes."

Loya promptly gave in.

A true man is one who can bend and stretch.

Once he regains some strength, he can arm wrestle with this woman again.

"what?"

Looking at the long, straight legs that were stepping on him, Loya's heart stirred, and he subconsciously reached out and hugged them.

Dol paused for a moment: "What are you doing?"

"Hook up with someone's coattails!"

Loya hugged Dol's thigh and wrapped his legs around it, like a koala, determined not to let go.